His cock pushed into my sodden pussy, my hips pushed further into the kitchen units but the pain didn’t matter. His hand slapped my ass, making me scream and call his name and then he fucked me harder, deeper than anyone had ever been.
He was my owner and master, thrusting deep inside me, telling me how I was his and how he was going to make me come like no one else had. It was words, just words that were being forced out as he came close to his own end. I clutched onto the worktop, the force of his fucking almost painful, brutal in his need and my own.
Everything that was me clenched and broke apart, my orgasm ricocheting through every cell that was me as muscles clenched and released, lending me a high that could be my end.
He pulled my hair as he said my name and came deep in me, his teeth baring onto my neck, biting wetly, his cock slowing and making me need more. It was carnal and base and animalistic. Callum’s weight pressed onto my back, the heat from his body surrounding me.
“Don’t phone Carl. Or any other man. Please.”
I understood it then. I got it. The pieces clicked together and something weighted me.
This.
This was everything.
Callum
Iworried about Wren on the plane. I worried that she didn’t have someone to distract her while she was flying or hold her hand or talk her down off the ceiling when they hit turbulence. I fucking hated that I wasn’t there.
We’d flown out on the same day from the same airport. We’d sat in the departures lounge holding hands and talking about how it was three weeks and what we’d see. We didn’t talk about each other or what would happen when we both landed. We didn’t offer words of commitment or promises for the fear that the other would reject them because neither of us had form for being able to hang on. We weren’t that tough.
China was vast. We’d landed in Chengdu twenty-four hours ago and I’d just about adjusted from the jet lag. We were down to spend a couple of days filming with the pandas, nothing taxing vet wise, more presenting and explaining, which was fine, but I’d rather have been back in Marrakesh.
With Wren.
I checked my phone and this time saw a message, craving whatever she wanted to tell me.
Wren:Did you realise how big elephants are?
I laughed quietly.I was in my room, not feeling great and even missing Seph which was weird. I’d spend up to six months away from home at any one time, so two nights should’ve still felt like an adventure, but right now I wanted the green and rain of England.
Me:On several occasions. Are you okay?
That waswhat I needed to know.
Wren:I’m fine. It’s been fun. General health stuff, nothing difficult. It’s strange not being with everyone though. Not the same.
Me:It isn’t here either. We’re down to the four of us.
Wren:We have a weird camera guy. Not sure I’m keen.
And that pretty much broke me.
It was her. Those eyes and that hair that was constantly messy, the way she smiled and studied hard. Her mind. The way she thought. I didn’t want anyone being weird around her. I didn’t want anyone upsetting her, even though I knew she could more than take care of herself. Like she had been doing for years, forever maybe.
Me:Do I need to fly out there?
Wren:I wish. I have to go film more stuff with Jaime. Talk later. Let’s video call.
I didn’t thinkthe signal would be up to it, which was killing me. This was the girl I wanted to give my battered heart to more than a decade ago and now she’d take it. She didn’t know how – I didn’t know how – but she’d accept what I could give in whatever state it was.
Outside unfamiliar noises echoed. In the past, I’d have gone exploring, now I wasn’t interested. Later, I’d walk out, take my camera, find people and animals to see, maybe help or study or just speak to. But now I needed to communicate, probably badly.
I opened my email and started to type, not overthinking it. Sending emails or long messages had never been something I’d done, but now it was the only thing I had.
FROM:[email protected]
